Ode to the underappreciated...And by that I mean pencils.
I chose to write an ode to pencils because as we start using computers more, we start using pencils less. Even when we do use pencils, we would much rather have a cool quill, or a multicolored pen, and the pencil goes unloved. I'm really proud of this ode because I came up with this structure all on my own, and I managed to follow it all the way to the end. Although I revised this poem several times, I still wonder whether there could be a way I could make the order of my statements about pencils flow better, so it feels less like random sentences and more like a smooth poem. However I feel like with odes this sometimes happen s because you are trying to say ALL that is good about the chosen thing. This poem is in my literati because I'm proud of the way I made it work without doing something like putting "o" before every line, but making there be a structure with mini stanzas that start with "pencils" and "if". Enjoy! |
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ODE TO PENCILS Pencils save us Pencils get our homework done Pencils ace our classes for us Pencils also cheat on tests Pencils are always there when you need them Pencils be waiting for us Pencils engrave our feelings and emotions Pencils will listen, attentively scratching down every word Pencils need to be sharpened often Pencils, when sharp, let us pour our hearts out Pencils must not be forgotten
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